...my best friend is the man who'll get me a book i ain't read. Abraham Lincoln

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

some peoples' mothers...

you may have read my previous posting about not being able to see a certain author in denver when she was visiting the tattered cover bookstore. i was disappointed, to say the least.

so, a few weeks after that post, i'm chatting my mom up on a saturday morning...

me: so what are your plans todayshe: well, i have to go do somethings at churchme: all day?she: nooo...me: well, what else are you doing?she: daddy's going to a car showme: and you...she: i don't know if i want to tell youme: why? {my eyes narrow in that way that only children can do so well when they are being left out of something...}she: i'm going to tucson with daddy...me: but you're not going to the car showshe: no... i'm going to barnes and nobel...me: {seething silence}she: i need to be there at twome: {more seething silence}she: jen?me: is she there?she: {holding back her sardonic giggles} yes!!

i know there's at least one person out there saying something like, a year ago i couldn't get you to read the books. and now you're a groupie?no, that's not quite how it is. my new BFF, jamie larue (librarian-extraordinaire) nailed it on the head when he said something like this: when you are in the real-life space of an author, you create a personal connection to the work. because you get a glimpse in their head... and like i've already said--i want to meet/see/ listen to the woman behind these books. i'm facinated with how she spins these tales...